With roughly 70% of the Appalachian behind me,
I imagined the whispers of family and friends saying…
he could very well finish this.
And I believed just that.
Physically… mentally… I was back on track.
But… there were still contenders ahead.
The bell had rung.
Father Time was closing in…
and the remaining states were throwing punches—
a left cross in Vermont,
a right hook in New Hampshire.
But the 1,500 miles behind me had prepared me. …
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